"do as you please.." lucifer uttered with a dandelion glow coating his cheeks. "just make it quick," he ordered, and alastor was happy to oblige. the king groaned when alastor's hand danced over the print, his fingers wrapping around the base and his thumb pressing into the slit. lucifer felt his back arch as the demon moved his thumb over the tip, sliding the skin back and forth. a pair of lips pressed against the angel's flustered nape, causing the wings to shutter and create a soft sha sound. alastor watched the way the wings shivered and smiled, spreading his palms a little wider as he stroked down the flank of his feathers.
it became evident to both of them at this rate, lucifer wouldn't even last five minutes. with the gentle, almost otherworldly touch stimulating his cock and wings, there was also an added pressure pressing against his ass. every time his wings shook with overstimulated pleasure, it sent a slight vibration coursing through the more petite angel, which alastor seemingly enjoyed to the fullest extent.
lucifer didn't think a mere wingless sinner would know the right spots to get him all hot and bothered. so why the fuck was his body so responsive?
his wings fluttered with increasing speed, it became apparent that lucifer was on the brink of release, consumed by a deep desire that burned within him. in that moment, it seemed that nothing else mattered more than satisfying his burning desire. just as he was about to surrender to the temptation and plunge head-first over the edge, the motion abruptly halted, shattering his high hopes. a sharp cry of frustration escaped lucifer as he bucked his hips upwards, desperate to recapture the pleasure he once held dear. "i've hardly touched you, and look at what's become of the ruler of hell, all desperate and craving attention," the voice taunted. the king let out an annoyed groan. "what happened to taking responsibility, asshole?" he muttered under his heavy breaths.
alastor hummed a soft note, causing faint vibrations to ripple through the angel's nape. "be patient, my king." he spoke soothingly, placing a series of tender kisses along the skin. at the same time, he carefully smoothed down his ruffled feathers, but it wasn't enough. despite the demon's best efforts to avoid getting on the angel's bad side, lucifer became all pissy, right now he didn't necessarily need or care about foreplay, he just wanted to hurry this along.
lucifer acted on impulse and quickly spun around, catching the demon off guard as their lips collided. alastor's troubled smile curved into a mischievous grin as he gazed upon the flushed angel sitting in front of him. "well, well, someone seems quite desperate," he playfully taunted. caught up in the heat of the moment, their bodies leaned closer together. sensing the bitterness looming in the air, alastor obliged and slotted their mouths together like missing puzzle pieces. he'd been imagining kissing those plush lips for a long time, and it felt so much better than he could have ever imagined. the angel's lips are soft and pliant, and he's so enthusiastic, sliding his tongue against his own with much more finesse than is to be expected of someone who's only ever been with one person since the beginning of time. (and he really doesn't want to think about that right now)
lucifer savored every slight caress that grazed his skin as if it were the very essence of life itself. one hand rested against his cheekbone, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away the streaks of tears. meanwhile, the other hand combed through the smooth feathers with effortless grace. things were moving slowly but surely, which was a good sign. however, alastor's sudden grip on a cluster of feathers and tug disrupted the moment.
lucifer practically lost himself. he moaned, sending vibrations down the other's throat. the full extent of his weight fell helplessly onto the demon, pressing against him. the urge to mate was stronger than ever, and he couldn't help himself. lucifer uncomfortably squirmed, his hips involuntarily bumping into alastor's. the demon was taken aback by this unexpected physical contact, their mouths were separated in an instant with lucifer hunched over and clutching to the demons chest for dear life. and oh fuck alastor would be lying if he said that wasn't hot. actually, it was very arousing. he could already feel his pants tighten enough to cut off blood circulation. so he tugged again, and lucifer moaned his name, arms wrapped tightly with his hands grasping at his shirt like a lifeline.
alastor chuckled, "oh dear, i never took the ruler of hell for such a masochist." lucifer was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down as his body blushed with a deep yellow hue that extended from his head all the way down to his toes. his heart rate was skyrocketing, and he could feel the blood pulsing through his veins at an alarming rate. his body was acutely sensitive and he struggled to maintain composure as the deer explored every inch of his wings. he tried to speak, but before he could utter a single word, a sudden action silenced him completely.
"just look how wet you are, your glads are practically leaking." the demon cooed as his finger dragged over the oil glands to collect some water based nectar. lucifer crinkled the shirt's fabric, curling his fingers as a throaty whine floated in the air. he was totally out of it.
alastor gently lay the angel's fragile body on the silken bed sheets. his eyes, clouded with lust, gazed up with an intense longing that could not be mistaken for anything else. alastor smiled at the priceless expression. "don't worry my king, i promise to take excellent care of you." his words were full of subservience towards the king, as if he owed him a great debt. as lucifer attempted to unbutton his shirt, alastor planted a single kiss on the plush lips, using it as a distraction to prevent him from proceeding any further. the demon then took this chance to yank the restricting fabric of the king's pants down and around his thighs. resulting in a yelp that was drowned out by the passion-filled kiss.
alastor leaned backward, his movements deliberate. the king's lips obediently chased after him, looking for some much-needed attention before their connection broke altogether. alastor couldn't help but find lucifer's flawless expression endearing. he longed for lucifer to see himself the way alastor saw him at that moment: vulnerable, passionate, and utterly captivating. as their lips finally pulled away, alastor couldn't resist a slight grin. "if only you could see yourself right now, my dear," he said with a gentle smile, trying to ease the tension wafting through the air.
a hand that had once been preoccupied with the gentle act of stroking feathers and gathering oil now trailed along the once-hidden skin. lucifer couldn't help but bite down on his bottom lip as the cold sensation left a snail trail on his warm skin. the fingers stretched out and apart his insides, causing the king to let out a displeased groan. although he appreciated the kind gesture, he was growing tired of the constant poking and prodding. with alastor wanting to make good on his word, this process went very slowly, adding to the king's frustration.
lucifer, whose only thoughts became clouded by the desire to be senselessly railed, seemed like a hopeless fantasy with how agonizingly slow the deer was taking it. his response to the touch was to move his hips in a back and forth motion, trying to rekindle the lost spark of pleasure he once felt. alastor's fingers then curled inside him and watched from above as the flustered angel squirmed. the king loathed this position, with his legs spread wide while also being fingered, which made him feel so utterly vulnerable.
"..take them out," lucifer ordered, his voice trembling with embarrassment. "enough with the fingers already." he practically begged, sure that the sheer humiliation of the situation would be the death of him. but instead of pulling out, the flesh walls were stretched apart trying to make room for something bigger. "i wouldn't want to hurt you," he voiced while scissoring the enclosed space with his two fingers. alastor kept ramming into the same spot, pressing against it and making lucifer lose his mind. "no, no.. it won't hurt." he said with a sharp whine, and to his surprise, alastor obliged with his request and pulled his slick fingers out.
alastor sat on his knees before the majestic figure, taunting him with a sly grin on his face. "i don't think it's enough, your majesty," he said, his tone teasing and playful. lucifer responded with an annoyed glare, clearly not amused by the demon's antics. but alastor was undeterred. "i believe i can fit another finger in.." he continued. before he got the chance to act on his words, lucifer grabbed his wrist with a firm grip, preventing him from doing so. alastor raised an eyebrow, looking at lucifer with curiosity. "does it hurt?" he asked.
lucifer's breathing became heavy as he muttered something under his breath, which was inaudible to the demon. confused, alastor tilted his head and asked, "what was that?" as alastor watched, the glow on lucifer's face became even more flushed than before. "put it in," lucifer snapped at the others, whose grin only seemed to widen.
alastor couldn't help himself when it came to teasing lucifer a bit longer, "did you just ask me to put my what in? that's highly inappropriate, don't you think?" he continued watching as the pissed-off king crumbled beneath him. "oh for the love of satan fuck me already."
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Fanfiction𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, lucifer undergoes a process called molting, which can be a sensitive time for angels. so when alastor shows up in his room, he offers his aid to the fallen king. (nsfw warning!!)
